Title: Under the Mask pt. 3/?

Author: Deathangelgw

Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com

Disclaimers: Harry Potter and all subsequent characters belong to JKR. May she not strike me for use and abuse!

Warnings: AU, OOC, sap, slash, angst, language, violence, post OotP so possible spoilers

Pairings: Eventual RW/DM, hinted RW+HR+HP

Rating: R most of the time, NC-17 at certain places.

Summary: Ron hates Draco Malfoy…doesn't he?

Beta: MA

A/N: This is my first shot at this pairing that grew a plot. I'd like to thank Sabershadowkat for inspiring me with her fic ‘Waiting for You’, which can be found here: http://www.sabershadowkat.com/harrypotter/waitingforyou.html ! Also, thanks to MA for the beta as always! Love ya! Enjoy and please review!

'thoughts'

I don't want to know

If you're playin' me

Keep it on the low

Cuz my heart can’t take it anymore

And if you're playin' now

Please don't let it show

Oooh baby, I don't want to know

'I Don't Want To Know' By Mario Winans

Ron sighed softly as he sat next to Hermione and Harry, studying for their next Charms' exam. It had been three weeks since his last run-in with Draco, but it had been a rather tense three weeks. Draco had returned to his normal, self-absorbed, nasty self, throwing sneers and mean comments at the trio of Gryffindors as well as any decent student at Hogwarts. There had already been several skirmishes between the blond and Ron, but they had been in public, so no real risk of Draco doing something dirty like he had the last times.

But what disturbed the red head most was that he *wanted* those skirmishes to be like the others. That he wanted the feeling of power he had over Draco or vice versa. He'd enjoyed the look of desire and fear on Malfoy's face when he'd pinned the Slytherin, remembering how it had felt to kiss his fellow Prefect the way they had, and how it had felt to hold Draco close afterwards, nearly glowing with the warmth and pleasure. Or the time before that when he'd been on the bottom and had watched Draco writhe above him. He had enjoyed both run-ins…but he hated Draco Malfoy!

Didn't he?

Sighing softly in frustration, Ron ignored the looks of concern he earned from his two best friends as he ducked his head to concentrate more on the given assignment. But his quill slowed as his thoughts returned once more to Draco. He just couldn't get the blond off his mind! What was it about Draco Malfoy that seemed to both draw and repel him so much?!

As if popping out from his thoughts, Draco sauntered by with his cronies in tow. "Don't burst your brain cell there, Weasel. We all know how upset the Mudblood would be if her favorite rag doll keeled over from thinking too much. Then it would be just her trying to keep that failure, Saint Potter, alive!" the blond cackled out as he passed by, joined by Goyle and Crabbe as they laughed as well.

"Shut your face, ferret! Or you'll be talking from the other side of it!" Ron snarled out, silencing the crowd around them as he stood up, eyes flashing with a glare.

"Oh yea? Let's see you do it, Weasel," Draco taunted Ron as he turned back, sneering at the angered Gryffindor. "Or do you have to put more Spell-o-tape on that old piece of hand-me-down wood?"

"That's it! You're dead!" Ron shouted in rage as he leapt over the table and tackled Draco. Shouting and cheering rose up as he and Draco fought, punching and rolling around, trying to get the upper hand. Hermione tried to stop them, but Harry held her back silently, watching his best friend fight the one that had insulted them while their fellow students gathered around, encouraging one side or another.

But it was never decided who was the better fighter as McGonagall swept over with Snape, breaking up the fight. "You two! That's it! In my office NOW!" McGonagall cried in disgust as she held Ron back as the two students glared at each other balefully, robes torn, faces bloody, and chests heaving with their ire. Snape didn't even comment, but his scowl said it all as he pushed Draco before him while following his fellow Professor out of the Great Hall. Students' voices could be heard rising in gossip as the doors shut and the group of four headed for the Gryffindor Head of House's office.

McGonagall stormed inside and pushed Ron towards a chair as she went around her desk and sat in a flurry of robes. She scowled at them as Draco was also hustled to his seat, glaring at Ron before her throat clearing caught their attention once more, while Snape stood behind them, arms crossed over his chest in warning. "I have not seen such a disgraceful act since before you were born! Fighting in the middle of the Great Hall!? And who was the cause of this?!" she demanded angrily, her voice rising in pitch with her anger.

"Malfoy thought it'd be fun to insult me and my friends!" Ron growled out angrily as his bloody fist tightened in an effort to control his temper while glaring at Draco.

"Is this true, Mr. Malfoy?" McGonagall asked stiffly as she turned her frosty glare towards Draco.

Draco glanced away as he crossed his arms over his chest, scowling at the wall stubbornly in his silence. Snape glowered menacingly and elbowed him meaningfully, causing Draco to growl out a "Yes ma'am."

"Well! You have always tested these people and I have had it! Fifty points from both of you! And a week's detention with Mr. Filch…together!" McGonagall commanded huffily as she stood up, glaring at them as they protested. "If you two can't work together or at least become tolerant of each other, then you will both be expelled! Do I make myself clear?!" she demanded angrily and nodded when they both mumbled an affirmative. "Now get out! And if I hear anymore such fights happening, it will be the last!" She waved her hand in dismissal and they left the room, closing the door behind them as Snape went in to speak with her further.

Ron glared at Draco as they stopped outside in the hall. "Just so you know, Malfoy…this isn't done. You're gonna get it for what you said," he growled out menacingly as he shook his fist at the smirking blond.

"Bring it on, Weasley. I can take whatever you can give," Draco sneered back before stomping off for the medical wing.

Growling, Ron pounded his fist into the wall. "You won't be able to handle everything, Malfoy…and I'll see to it," he snarled out before making his own way to the medical wing. He had some plotting to do.

TBC

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